Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.

Cliche Refers To Words, Commonplace To Ideas. Cliche Describes The Form Or The Letter, Commonplace The Substance Or Spirit. To Confuse Them Is To Confuse The Thought With The Expression Of The Thought. The Cliche Is Immediately Perceivable; The Commonplace Very Often Escapes Notice If Decked Out In Original Dress. There Are Few Examples, In Any Literature, Of New Ideas Expressed In Original Form. The Most Critical Mind Must Often Be Content With One Or The Other Of These Pleasures, Only Too Happy When It Is Not Deprived Of Both At Once, Which Is Not Too Rarely The Case.

Nothing Exists Except By Virtue Of A Disequilibrium, An Injustice. All Existence Is A Theft Paid For By Other Existences; No Life Flowers Except On A Cemetery.

Extraordinarily Excessive Sensuality It May Be .. But It All Comes Down To The Same Thing In The End, And One Means Is Surely As Good As Another, Since The End Obtained Is Always The Same. In Any Case The Exceptional, Endlessly Repeated, Is No Different Than The Banal; And Unceasing Recapitulation Can Add Nothing, In The End, To The Sum Of Experience. I Am Weary And Hopeless Three Times The Dupe. Why Have You Trained Me In The Shame Of Abominable Sins?

Man Begins By Loving Love And Ends By Loving A Woman. Woman Begins By Loving A Man And Ends By Loving Love.

Born Of The Sensibility, Art Sows And Creates Life In Its Turn.